The Mayfly Is Up On the Kennet By M.A.Meddings

The Mayfly is up on the Kennet, Well it’s Whitsun why wouldn’t it be? There’s a fine downstream breeze, And the fishing’s with ease, Do come as you used to for me. The Mayfly is up on the Kennet, You ought to come down for a spot, If you come on Tuesday, I’ll meet you at Newbury, The weather they say will be hot. Last Friday they started at lunchtime, Just a few duns to begin, But at twenty past eight, Yes, really that late, ‘twas as prolific as I’d ever seen. The large fish you lost just last season, With the ‘Rats Cat’ you left in it’s Jaw, Came at me this morning, Without any warning, And god help me, forgive me I swore. On Wednesday Julia’s brother, Fishing on Shermans they say, Got his limit by teatime And whilst in the meantime, Julia got me as well by the way. In the long grass out along Gunters, With the middle cut Hatch at it’s side, We made love for hours Amidst summer flowers And the fishing is useless, I tried. The emergence will not last much longer, One more week is the keepers best guess, But I’ve enough of the fishing, for now I’m just wishing, That Julia will wear her new dress. She has ruined my season for ever, Her tempting is all plain to see, Just because of her eyes, And of course her fine thighs, There’ll be no more fishing for me. So The Mayfly is up on the Kennet, Please excuse my disdain and aversion. For Julia’s Smile, has detained me awhile, I’ve a much more enthralling diversion. Now the Mayfly is up on the Kennet, The emergence is all fast and hopping, On the Park stream today, I got my own way, Julia’s gone off to do her own shopping. But as ‘the ladies’ go dancing at Whitsun, Julia flashes her eyes up at me, It is not my physique, That she chooses to seek, But my Fly box, for a pattern you see. I taught her to cast just this season, Her delivery is coming on fine, She got a leash just last Tuesday, And another on Thursday, Now for romping she hasn’t the time. But now the Mayfly is up on the Kennet, There is one thing I continually wish, That Julia’s beguile Would detain me awhile, And I ‘d taught her to land her own fish. The End